Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
Bluefall44
Kera Daniels
Kera Daniels
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:26pm
Yesterday 9:26pm
In the dead of the night
Her time was stolen
Her heart was broken
around and around
she always fell to the ground
Then one night
she saw her light
she rose from the ground
she didn't make a sound
In the light of day
You'll never see her play
In the dead of night
She'll rise and fight
Her heart was broken
around and around
she always fell to the ground
Then one night
she saw her light
she rose from the ground
she didn't make a sound
In the light of day
You'll never see her play
In the dead of night
She'll rise and fight
#depression
#dark
18 reads
1 Comment
Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:13pm
Yesterday 8:13pm
!!!!
I QUIT!!!!
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#frustration
#disappointment
20 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Depressed vs Suicidal
I feel(but don't want to)like blowing my brains out verses I'm going to blow my brains out
#depression
#MentalHealth
24 reads
1 Comment
snugglebuck
Poem Published
19th May 2019 2:07pm
19th May 2019 2:07pm
Financial Incest
#anger
#love
#depression
#family
#money
41 reads
15 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
19th May 2019 1:36pm
19th May 2019 1:36pm
All Alone
My lonely
Heart
My empty
Bed
Silence rules
My home
Like a
Tomb
Still I hope
For love
Heart
My empty
Bed
Silence rules
My home
Like a
Tomb
Still I hope
For love
#love
#depression
#loneliness
53 reads
16 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
19th May 2019 7:12am
19th May 2019 7:12am
blue moon ahedonia
yesterday was faster than i was.
for all my plans
ended up leaving the curtains closed
oh gods
please don't let me be heavy.
please don't
uncannily like a dinner plate, on the verge of shattering
some pastoral chinese scene split down a stressed vein
man and his house
and tree
and boat
wrenched apart
they say it's more beautiful broken
mortared with silver
i don't know, i never saw
but maybe it gave me a headache
anyway
...
for all my plans
ended up leaving the curtains closed
oh gods
please don't let me be heavy.
please don't
uncannily like a dinner plate, on the verge of shattering
some pastoral chinese scene split down a stressed vein
man and his house
and tree
and boat
wrenched apart
they say it's more beautiful broken
mortared with silver
i don't know, i never saw
but maybe it gave me a headache
anyway
...
#depression
52 reads
Losterodedsoul
Poem Published
19th May 2019 5:53am
19th May 2019 5:53am
Pessimistic thoughts
A shadow casts itself around me
So vague and undefinable
The light in my eye dims into the night
Left to feel ugly and undesirable
Constantly reminding myself of my own vitality
Has left me helpless and desperately cynical
My head is throbbing and my eyes are burning
My ears are bleeding while I hear them laughing
My thoughts are thinking
Of thinking thoughts
I can't ignore them any longer
They tell me to drown my sorrow
The whispers of my mind are deafning
They repeat themselves with the same message
searing...
So vague and undefinable
The light in my eye dims into the night
Left to feel ugly and undesirable
Constantly reminding myself of my own vitality
Has left me helpless and desperately cynical
My head is throbbing and my eyes are burning
My ears are bleeding while I hear them laughing
My thoughts are thinking
Of thinking thoughts
I can't ignore them any longer
They tell me to drown my sorrow
The whispers of my mind are deafning
They repeat themselves with the same message
searing...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction
#FeelingLost
#nightmares
29 reads
2 Comments
InvisibleGirl
Poem Published
18th May 2019 9:28am
18th May 2019 9:28am
Where Is Home?
I lay here in my bed in this house
But it feels weird something is off
I just want to go home
Truth is I wouldn't know where that is
I know I don't belong here
Nothing about this feels right
But if home isn't here
In the house where I live
Where else could it be?
I feel like I've searched and yet...
Still nothing...
I'm not sure if I should keep searching
Maybe I should give up
It would probably make so many people happy...
Despite what they say
So tonight when the darkness comes...
Just let me fade away.
But it feels weird something is off
I just want to go home
Truth is I wouldn't know where that is
I know I don't belong here
Nothing about this feels right
But if home isn't here
In the house where I live
Where else could it be?
I feel like I've searched and yet...
Still nothing...
I'm not sure if I should keep searching
Maybe I should give up
It would probably make so many people happy...
Despite what they say
So tonight when the darkness comes...
Just let me fade away.
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#home
31 reads
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
18th May 2019 7:35am
18th May 2019 7:35am
Evolution Of A Suicidal Mind
On edge
Always on the edge
The calm is never there
An enthusiastic masochist
Welcoming the pain
Like an addict scoring the next hit
The invisible noose
Choking life away
The feeling of freedom seeping
Certainty dissolving
Revitalised depression biting
Restless darkness descending
The kiss of a razor
A knowing sharp lover
Tasting naked skin
Hope is a conspiracy
Stabbing at the heart
Increasing pressure points
Emptied of fear
An emotional vacuum ...
Always on the edge
The calm is never there
An enthusiastic masochist
Welcoming the pain
Like an addict scoring the next hit
The invisible noose
Choking life away
The feeling of freedom seeping
Certainty dissolving
Revitalised depression biting
Restless darkness descending
The kiss of a razor
A knowing sharp lover
Tasting naked skin
Hope is a conspiracy
Stabbing at the heart
Increasing pressure points
Emptied of fear
An emotional vacuum ...
#depression
#apathy
47 reads
15 Comments
SmilingAndSeething
Poem Published
17th May 2019 7:55pm
17th May 2019 7:55pm
Maybe I knew
We have talked a lot, you and I, about love
about our belief that it was not the only key to a successful marriage
saying that if it happened, wonderful, but that it was not a necessary prerequisite
for achieving what we wanted most in this world.
And yet it happened. We are lucky.
This is our love song that is not a love song.
I sing not of your face
or your eyes (though oh, how I love the sight of your uncivilized blue eyes)
or the feel of your hair in my fingers.
This is the chorus,
my recounting of the times
of our meetings of...
about our belief that it was not the only key to a successful marriage
saying that if it happened, wonderful, but that it was not a necessary prerequisite
for achieving what we wanted most in this world.
And yet it happened. We are lucky.
This is our love song that is not a love song.
I sing not of your face
or your eyes (though oh, how I love the sight of your uncivilized blue eyes)
or the feel of your hair in my fingers.
This is the chorus,
my recounting of the times
of our meetings of...
#love
#depression
#husband #marriage
#husband #marriage
29 reads
0 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:30am
17th May 2019 9:30am
I To Me
I walk along like a marionette
Turning this way and turning that
Churning out gold nugget waste
Pushed along by an invisible hand
That never moves in haste.
He controls where I will go
And builds the railroad of our traction
Call it God; this nothingness
Is the true determiner of action.
Nothing defines everything
And all I know is there’s no I or me
In any step I take, any thought – there’s no mistake
And I can feel no victory
Only the hand that pushes me.
It removes all of my pain
And carries it and...
Turning this way and turning that
Churning out gold nugget waste
Pushed along by an invisible hand
That never moves in haste.
He controls where I will go
And builds the railroad of our traction
Call it God; this nothingness
Is the true determiner of action.
Nothing defines everything
And all I know is there’s no I or me
In any step I take, any thought – there’s no mistake
And I can feel no victory
Only the hand that pushes me.
It removes all of my pain
And carries it and...
#depression
#death
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
24 reads
1 Comment
nameless_shadow
Poem Published
17th May 2019 00:50am
17th May 2019 00:50am
Push
A final push to break through the veil to no avail.
Strength ebbed long before day break but something pushes on
Something.
I know not what force encourages the thrash and spasm of my every muscle, but it pushes on.
What lies ahead is a mystery and what lies behind is simply a dream.
The push continues on.
My mind has grown weak but my muscles continue on.
My heart pumps and defies with each opening of every valve.
I want to quit
I want to die
But the push continues on.
A shell of what should be
A husk of what could...
Strength ebbed long before day break but something pushes on
Something.
I know not what force encourages the thrash and spasm of my every muscle, but it pushes on.
What lies ahead is a mystery and what lies behind is simply a dream.
The push continues on.
My mind has grown weak but my muscles continue on.
My heart pumps and defies with each opening of every valve.
I want to quit
I want to die
But the push continues on.
A shell of what should be
A husk of what could...
#depression
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0 Comments
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